Decisions Lyrics by Young Devyn
Decision, decisions
Top on or the top missin’?
Flex on ’em or I just miss ’em? Aye
Cookin’ that heat, no kitchen, yeah-yeah
Decision, decisions
Should I keep all these hunnits or give it?
Do up I post up or handle my bitness?
Should I show love or dash on these hittas? Whoo, yeah
Decision, decisions
Top on or the top missin’?
Flex on ’em or I just miss ’em? Aye
Cookin’ that heat, no kitchen, yeah-yeah
Decision, decisions
Should I keep all these hunnits or give it?
Do up I post up or handle my bitness?
Should I show love or dash on these hittas? Whoo, yeah
Ain’t been to sleep in ’bout five days
Money straight but these hittas is sideways
Hustle from Friday to Fri-day
Now I’m blowin’ up on ’em like Pompeii
Dividing my money in five ways
I remember us whippin’ in Hyundais
Bentley Bentayga the fly way
Get a car and I dash like I’m Kanye
Two-tone prezzy AP, whoo
Diamonds on flash, say cheese, whoo
New chick never ain’t me
Start with a dollar, now I got a bean
Now I’m too fly like I’m workin’ at Delta
Read all about it, my haters so extra
Clout going up like them doors on a Tesla
The streets on my back like the hood on my sweater, whoa
Pinky ring rock on boulder
Louis jeans tight like a choker
Hood really sittin’ on my shoulders
She said that we cool, I don’t know her
I’ma pop on my opps like a soda
So much bread like I’m packin’ a toaster
Got a couple of shottas I know of
And they hittin’ at range like a Rover, oh
Decision, decisions
Top on or the top missin’?
Flex on ’em or I just miss ’em? Aye
Cookin’ that heat, no kitchen, yeah-yeah
Decision, decisions
Should I keep all these hunnits or give it?
Do up I post up or handle my bitness?
Should I show love or dash on these hittas? Whoo, yeah
Decision, decisions
Top on or the top missin’?
Flex on ’em or I just miss ’em? Aye
Cookin’ that heat, no kitchen, yeah-yeah
Decision, decisions
Should I keep all these hunnits or give it?
Do up I post up or handle my bitness?
Should I show love or dash on these hittas? Whoo, yeah
I don’t gotta talk, I don’t gotta flaunt
Give me a beat and you know I’m gon’ walk
If it’s an issue, then get it resolved
I do not care ’bout ya life or the cost
Eatin’ these rappers, I don’t need a fork
All of my hittas, they ready for war
Dippin’ in states, it look like a tour
I am the hottest thing outta New York
Gang-gang
I gotta keep it cool
Turnin’ they screws like I gotta just keep a tool
I do not speak to fools
Yeah, MCM callin’, but I just delete the dude
My diamonds play peek-a-boo
The shawty that’s hatin’ be proud when I make a move
It’s a movie, no Benny Boom
I’m deadin’ my opps like I’m starting from three to two
Decision to turn up the drip on ’em
Chanel on my body like Crips on ’em
I’m always on top, I got hits on ’em
We outshining these suckas, I’m lit on ’em
And they stay in they lane like a whip on ’em
Baby, we ain’t the same, I got tips for ’em
Blew a dub on a chain, I could stick on ’em
Spin a block in a race and I dip on ’em
Decision, decisions
Top on or the top missin’?
Flex on ’em or I just miss ’em? Aye
Cookin’ that heat, no kitchen, yeah-yeah
Decision, decisions
Should I keep all these hunnits or give it?
Do up I post up or handle my bitness?
Should I show love or dash on these hittas? Whoo, yeah
Decision, decisions
Top on or the top missin’?
Flex on ’em or I just miss ’em? Aye
Cookin’ that heat, no kitchen, yeah-yeah
Decision, decisions
Should I keep all these hunnits or give it?
Do up I post up or handle my bitness?
Should I show love or dash on these hittas? Whoo, yeah